shock!Crazy criticism of treacherous ministers was dumbfounded by soft beauty kiss

Chapter 117
As expected by Song Qing'an, there were rumors inside and outside the palace for the next few days.Dongchang dealt with a few people, but failed to deter the rumors, and even intensified.

On Pei Qing's first day in court, several veteran censors came to beg for bones.All the officials in the court were worried, for fear that Pei Qing would stage a scene of blood splashing the court.

Surprisingly, Pei Qing did nothing.Those veterans returned to their respective villages safely, and they were settled properly.

But this is not helpful to quell the rumors. People only say that Pei Qing has a guilty conscience.

In short, at this time, everything he did was wrong.Although the power is in his hands, even stronger than before, he is standing on the cusp of the storm, on the precipice, and may fall into the abyss at any time.

Song Qing'an stayed in the harem and didn't see Pei Qing at all.She remembered it in her heart, and was worried about disturbing him, so she didn't look for it.There was still no letter from Song Qinghuai, it seemed that after returning to Beijing, he had not heard anything from him.

She already understood that Song Qinghuai did this on purpose.The meeting before returning to the palace not only failed to make Song Qinghuai let go, but also made him control him even more tightly. Now he is unwilling to tell her even a little bit of his movements.

Song Qing'an hated people lying to her the most, Pei Qing was like this, and so was Song Qinghuai.

Ask Zhuyan and others to inquire about the news, but some of them only speak a few words.

When I feel restless, I can't sleep well at night.

The candles in the inner hall have been extinguished, leaving only a small lamp by the couch.It was almost dawn, and the lamp was almost burned out, and a solidified candle tear dripped from the unicorn lamp holder.

Song Qing'an woke up dazed, as if floating in a sea of ​​fog.

She didn't know if she fell asleep or not, but her mind was dizzy and her whole body was soft.

She tapped her forehead and opened her eyes with difficulty.

The light through the gauze was still weak, she closed her eyes again and sighed.

It's still so early...

She felt extremely tired and wanted to sleep again, but her mind became clearer.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Jin was lumped again and again, and finally kicked to his feet.

Song Qing'an was wearing a light jacket, and the hem of his trousers was pulled up because of the tossing and turning.

The curtain moved slightly, and the wind poured in.Song Qing'an knew that something was wrong, but her dull and dazed mind failed to make her react.

Warm palms were pressed against her exposed calf, Song Qing lifted it up with peace of mind, and then put it down again.

She smelled aloe.

"Pei's palm print..."

Song Qing'an muttered something in a low voice, and when he was about to wake up, his voice was obviously hoarse.

Pei Qing seemed to snort, and moved her calloused palm upwards, causing a dense pimple.

"The princess wakes up so early, which saves our family energy."

……Um?

Song Qing'an turned over and approached him, half-opening one eye.

Pei Qing put down her raised trousers with one hand, and leaned down, almost touching her cheek.

"So early...what is Pei's handprint here for?"

The corners of Pei Qing's lips lifted slightly, and she whispered in her ear.

Song Qingan's eyes widened and he sat up abruptly.If Pei Qing hadn't stepped back in time, the two of them would have knocked their heads together.

She got up a little anxiously, felt dizzy for a while, and almost fell back again. Fortunately, Pei Qing supported her back and padded the soft pillow again.

"The princess doesn't have to be so impatient."

Pei Qing raised her eyebrows and teased lightly, but Song Qingan was not in the mood to joke with him.

"Pei's palm print, isn't that inappropriate?"

She rubbed her forehead with one hand, hesitated for a moment, and whispered.

Pei Qing stood up straight. He stood in front of the couch, feeling oppressed for no reason.

"The princess is just sitting behind the curtain, there's nothing wrong with that."

He said lazily, slowly stroking the jade wrench finger with one hand: "Furthermore... no one will know."

The dizziness gradually passed, and Song Qing'an fell silent.

I have to admit, she... is indeed a little moved.

For the current situation of the previous dynasty, and also for Pei Qing.

I want to see... what kind of hell he is facing.

She looked up at him.

The dim light outlined a tall and thin shadow, and Pei Qing's face was still a little unclear.Song Qingan squinted his eyes, and unconsciously opened his mouth, but he didn't know how glamorous his expression was in Pei Qing's eyes.

"Is the princess ready?"

Pei Qing looked away calmly and asked in the usual tone.

Ah... yes, now is exactly the time to go to court.

Song Qing'an didn't think about it any more, and nodded in response.

After not being able to see him for many days, she also wanted to... see him for a while longer.

"It's still early, the princess will pad her stomach first."

Pei Qing took out an oiled paper bag from her pocket as if by magic, but Song Qing'an didn't pick it up immediately.

She moved to the edge of the bed, then sat up on her knees.

At this time, the height in front of her eyes was exactly the front of Pei Qing's clothes, and Song Qing'an put an arm around his waist.

She clings to his arms greedily, sniffing the familiar agarwood.

"Pei Qing..."

Song Qing'an whispered softly, with a little hoarseness, and her own affection.

Pei Qing paused, then rubbed the top of her hair.

"Ah."

He replied in a deep voice, listening calmly, but his eyes didn't move a bit.

Song Qing'an originally wanted to kiss her, but thought that she hadn't washed up yet, so she dismissed the idea.

It would be nice if I could give you a hug.

"Princess."

Breathing silently, the two hugged for a while, and it was Pei Qing who reminded her.

"Pei's palm print and so on, I'll go wash up first."

After Song Qing'an finished speaking, he got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom.She walked in a hurry, without shoes and socks, so she went barefoot.

Pei Qing simply sat by the couch and waited for her to come out. Normally, there would be maids to serve them, but since she wanted to deceive others, she had to come by herself.

After about a stick of incense, she came out of the bathroom and trotted back to Pei Qing's side.

The latter handed her the oil-paper bag, squatted down suddenly, and put her socks on carefully.

The pastry in his mouth was sweet, and Song Qing'an looked at Pei Qing in front of him, his eyes became softer again.

The breakfast routine was only passed on early in the court, so the pastry that Pei Qing brought was specially made by him by ordering Shang Shan Supervisor.

After a brief use, Song Qing'an changed into the previous eunuch's attire.

Pei Qing couldn't help pinching her face, turned around and motioned for her to follow.

The outside of the hall is much brighter than the inside of the hall. Although the east is not yet bright, it has been covered with a layer of light.

Song Qing'an bowed his head and followed behind, doing his duty as an inconspicuous little eunuch, but couldn't help but look up at him secretly.

The black gold embroidered robe was especially suitable for Pei Qing's body, and the patterns woven with gold thread were no longer python patterns that were very similar to dragon patterns.

But the real dragon pattern.

With his clothes fluttering, he looks like a real emperor.

Song Qing'an looked away, but his mind drifted away.

If Pei Qing was the son of a prince, he would definitely be able to make some achievements.

His past... what was his past?
Pei Qing boarded the sedan chair to Chongming Palace, and Song Qing'an followed outside with her head bowed.

She had never heard anything about Pei Qing's past, not even rumors.

Even if Liu Quan followed Pei Qing so closely, she had heard a thing or two.

Song Qing'an raised his eyes quietly, looking at Liu Quan in front of him.

The latter felt a tightness behind his back, thinking it was from Pei Qing's point of view.He turned his head to look, but he didn't see Pei Qing, but he saw Song Qing'an who seemed to be obediently following her.

Seeing Song Qing'an, Liu Quan turned his face away, feeling another headache.

It's fine if the palm print master is messing around, but the princess is also like this, if someone finds out...

Liu Quan didn't dare to think about it anymore, and subtle emotions surged in his heart.

The palm print is crazy, the princess... Looking at it now, she is also crazy.

The two are a perfect match.

(End of this chapter)